The Loathing Pipe

I saw it all when I peeked through the far end of the pipe.

I saw you, wandering along the confines of the drain.
Your skin had grown scaly and thick,
Your eyes were glowing radioactive green.
Your hands dragged in the refuse as your hunch hunched onwards.

I saw you lie. Not a little white lie, but a whole slew of big mouldy lies.
You kept bad company. With dark, corrupting, life-sucking creatures of the night.
You put your things in the wrong places.
The wrong things went first and the right things so far at the end,
They fell off,  lying in your watery tracks somewhere.

You de-inspired yourself in hazy oil-thick laze, and then you bathed in sudsy excuses.
You used all the vermin you could find in the pipe.
You ate up furry little faces and
swallowed slimy slugs with your greedy smacks.
Barging through the weakness of creatures' like an open door
You dragged all your demons.

And you look so good to them all.
You got wealth, wonder and water while you wandered.
You became the object of abundant pipe-life.
You ruled the underworld.
The King of the Drain.
A person of sewer superiority.

Into just how much dinge you can decend
Is what makes you as strong as you are.
Pointy, like a drill,
You screw through the filth to the other side.
You can't walk in this ground worm forever.
Eventually you will grow big and
Get tired of bending over to fit in.
You'll bump your head on the top of this world.

At the end you will step into fresh air and green grass.
It will sting as the darkness melts off of you in the sun.
If you self peel, it will hurt more.
You will eventually forget the most putrid particles, in
A mere olfactory pond
reflecting you along with the scum of where you've been in the night.


Then I'll see what you look like in the light.
Less like a troll, and more like a human, I am sure.